Chapter 98 Watching a Show

"Now we plant flowers of each season, and when they bloom next year, we can pick them and sell them."

In the yard, Feng Wuli was holding a bowl of noodles. The craftsmanship five hundred years ago was naturally not as good as five hundred years later, but Feng Wuli didn't dislike it either.

"It seems like I added a little too much salt. Don't add so much next time."

Wang Xilou clenched his fists.

She looked at the somewhat dirty yard and saw that the other party had been busy all morning, so she spared him.

"Why did you pinch all those flowers?"

"Blooming consumes nutrients, and it won't look good now. It's better to leave more nutrients for it to take root and wait for next year."

"Then why not pinch them all? There are still some flowers left."

"To please you."

Wang Xilou calmly looked at the guy who lifted his mask a little and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

Sometimes I really want to lift off his mask and see what kind of monster this guy is.

How come you know how to please yourself so well?

"Glib tongue."

He said that he could plant a tree in the middle of the yard and then make a swing. Wang Xilou said that those things were just for little girls and she was not interested.

"Aren't you a little girl too?"

She said calmly, "If you knew my age, you would definitely be scared."

"You are not an immortal, and you are not immortal. You just look like a girl."

Wang Xilou shook his head slightly and did not answer him.

She didn't seem to be interested in anything, but the masked man was just the opposite. He seemed to be restless and would find something to do every day.

There was a lack of entertainment in ancient times, so Wang Xilou could still live a life of cultivation, but Feng Wuli did not need to practice. Since his birth, his spiritual power has been able to touch the back of the immortal, and because there is no Yang God, except for a few of Wang Xilou's spiritual entanglements, others

None of them are useful.

A few days later, I really found a jujube tree seedling and planted it in the yard.

Feng Wuli didn't know whether this tree was that tree, but it didn't matter whether it was or not.

"When it grows tall and tall like a canopy, we can enjoy the shade under it and then make a swing."

"I don't like the things from the girl's house, so what's the point of making them?"

"I remember what you said."

He would always say these incomprehensible words, and Wang Xilou was used to it.

"Do you really have to wear this mask your whole life?"

He smiled, "My life seems to be quite short."

She looked at the young man sitting across the dining table with his mask lifted to his mouth.

In other words, the other party is no longer a teenager.

In just one month, his youthful frame began to tighten and became somewhat stronger. Although he still had the childishness of a young man, his skin lost its youthful firmness and became rough.

One month is like passing through a teenager and reaching a young man in his thirties.

He is getting older, and he is getting older a hundred times faster.

Wang Xilou frowned: "Something went wrong in your practice?"

Feng Wuli put down his bowls and chopsticks and put down his mask, still not wanting her to see his face.

The two of them were silent for a long time, and then he said: "I seem to be looking for someone, but I don't know where she is now?"

"Looking for someone?" Wang Xilou frowned: "Is that person the one who made you become like this?"

"perhaps."

"Then you're just looking for that person, why are you still here?"

"Rather than searching blindly, I might have a better chance of finding her by following you."

She said calmly, "Is this why you are with me?"

"That's right."

"I'm full and have washed the dishes."

She got up and went back to the house to rest.

The cold Wang Xilou was not cute at all. Feng Wuli looked at her back, chuckled, stood up and took the bowl to the well.

Still quite cute.

May is here, and it already feels like a hot summer in the south. After a rain, the air will become much hotter again.

People nearby said that a newlywed couple from elsewhere lived here, and they spoke in a strange tone. The man always wore a mask and had his hair cut off. Others thought that maybe there was something wrong with his face.

Tattooed characters are fugitives from other places.

I was a little scared at first.

I even thought about reporting it to the official.

But in just half a month, everyone found that the man was easy to get along with, had a gentle voice, was a gentleman, and was interesting to talk to.

Master Shang said he was a wonderful man, wealthy merchant Liu wanted to hire him as a guard, the young lady of the Jiang family winked at him, and Capt. Yang chatted happily with him.

This was also a prosperous dynasty, but no matter how prosperous it was, it was still an ancient time with backward productivity. Selling flowers here was a matter of romance rather than life.

Soon they faced a problem: they ran out of money.

That day, a man and a woman from the local Qin Tian Prison walked in.

The man wears a strange green ghost mask, and the woman wears a bamboo hat that covers her whole body.

"Who is coming?"

"Contact Ye Xiu who is offering a reward."

"Two adults, please come this way."

"Good work."

"You're welcome."

After leaving Qintian Prison, the masked man was still complaining behind him: "I told you that you can't make money selling flowers, but you don't listen to me."

"Noisy." The female voice was clear and crisp.

"After making some money, let's go to Xiyuan to listen to opera. We have nothing to do at home all day long."

"Let's talk again."

Between the mountains and fields, the two of them followed the winding mountain road.

Feng Wuli would look at Wang Xilou, who was always as calm as water, and would want to tease her and constantly test her bottom line.

In the past, Wang Xilou always liked to tease him, but now Wang Xilou always liked to ignore her, so he had to act mean in front of her.

From time to time, he would suddenly disappear and put wild flowers picked from the mountains on her bamboo hat. Wang Xilou endured it again and again, until the chirping of chicks could be heard above her head, and she silently took off the bamboo hat and put it on her back.

Youhuangli.

This guy caught a big, eye-catching white-fronted insect out of nowhere. He rode on it and his tone was full of youthful anticipation, as if he was meeting a tiger for the first time in the forest. He kept asking her to sit on it too. I ignored him.

She just kept letting the big insect circle around her. She sighed helplessly and followed his will, sitting sideways behind him with her legs dangling.

After riding all the way, the two of them drove the big insect away, and he grabbed the pendant around her waist and dragged her behind. His hands were so full that she couldn't spare any time, so she had to drag him along.

Wang Xilou was so annoyed that he stopped and prepared to fight.

Listening to the smile behind the other person's mask, I don't know why I lost all my anger.

"What a beating."

In the past, she traveled through mountains and ridges. The mountains were mountains and the water was water. The scenery along the way became so noisy for some reason.

The two of them found the unruly mandrill monster in a village in the mountains.

Behind it were all withered bones, including those of humans and other little monsters in the mountains. The small mountain-sized body looked at the man and woman below who said they were coming to take his life, and laughed loudly, like thunder.

He died after laughing.

"Sir, this is the head of a monster with a bounty on it. See if it matches the painting."

"Unanimous, I will take you two to collect the reward!"

After getting the money, the masked man smiled at her: "Go and listen to the show."

He couldn't help but pull her away;

I have such physical contact with a man, but I don't feel disgusted at all.
To be continued...